Then Thingol, being greatly moved, spoke in anger to Finrod, saying: ‘Ill have you done to me, kinsman, to conceal so great matters from me. For now I have learned of all the evil deeds of the Noldor.’
the fellowship of the ring is such a dnd party. it’s just like a bunch of 13-year-olds all wanting to be different races and varying degrees of royalty and the DM somehow having to figure out how they all met to work together
by contrast, the company in the hobbit are a situation when a DM was stuck with a 14-player party and said ‘fuck this, you’re all dwarves’ apart from bilbo who said ‘fuck THAT make me a halfling’
You open your door one day. It’s Satan. He wants, like, your fucking laptop or a really impressive drawing you did or something. When you say, “Get thee gone Satan,” he murders your father and steals your drawing and also destroys the sun.
Mashups and Exports 